Ch-1 Nathan drakes

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{oc pov}

'My Name is Nathan drake. I am a 69 year old man I don't have much too do. I have money, bitches, power and I lived a life many can only dream. But it was too easy. there wasn't any thrill any craze'. "what am I supposed to do now" said irritated Nathan who just got back from diltens. he had a lot of industry pumping in diltens, hell he made diltens a industrial heartland. diltens was just a small town but our man Nathan saw a alot of potential in it because of one thing. abundance of IRON. Iron may seem a meh type of resource but if cultivated properly it can be used to achieve dominance over other investors and businessman who ha their eyes on these types of projects so they can either get a huge part of it or just completely destroy it. but cause of the power held by Nathan it was almost impossible to interfere in his work and stay ALIVE. so what he did build 90 factories in a fucking town. boom there is nothing but industry pumping. first getting iron ores cultivated properly and turned into iron material which were then sended to the neighboring factories so they can pump out cars ,electronic product and many more. boom he saved the much cause of transport efficiency he was starting to double the amount he already had and keep in mind he was the 2nd richest man after belon just. that guy was just a thing from other world. a fucking alien. anyway after ending his narcissist monolog Nathan stood up and pressed the button to call his maids and servants to prepare for dinner. he was rather excited as he was in mood for some juicy pork belly with some extravagant steak. and of course red wine. BUT it wasn't the waitress who answered him, it was 8 russian based assault rifle firing and filling his chest with bullets. he was about to close his eyes until he saw their face mask. he saw the infamous logo of none other than {tlejonor} a Nordic terrorist organization killing all millionaires across the world. but he could now do nothing. somehow his guards came and killed these bastard it's not like he'll survive 69 bullets in his fucking chest. he was dead for sure. 'so I got shot by some Nordic terrorist for what getting successful. fuck man I was about to have dinner they could have waited but no use ranting now. wait what's happening my head it's bursting right open' "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

{third person pov}

inside a rocky platue filled with natural resources which were common in the areas of land of stone. we can see a 17 year old boy fainted or exhausted by God knows what he has been doing but he was injured for sure we could see many scratches and bruises on his body. when suddenly he wakes up.

{Mc pov}

'wait where am I and how am I alive?' thought Nathan as he looked around and said. "wait, am I in Australia? cause this looks damn familiar." suddenly a piercing pain took the hell out of him. "ahhhhhhhh" "what the hell" said Nathan or "jijo Kawakai eh, chunin from Iwagakure deployed on Sunagakure front, second shinobi war" Nathan or jijo says while thinking about his new plans he suddenly remembers. "hol up, why tf did get reincarnated as a bloody chunin, hell jonin would be much better but a chunin a fighting force. uhhhh and a low ranking on top of that. fuck". jijo rants. "well I can't do anything else now can I, my goal is to hide and Not get involved in any events. most of all i want to get myself a kage Rank shinobi in 10 years, as seeing my talent and some Clan help I can stay lowkie and get strong enough to run. most of all I will just manipulate village politics nothing more". jijo stands up and start to run in the direction of sunagakure front.

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just gonna end it right here, tell me the ways in which I can improve and no it's not an translation it's original. so yeah see you lads tomorrow goodbye.